New York, 2014.

Spoons clink against bowls, but otherwise the pair of you are silent. You stand opposite each other, leaning back against the countertops in your cosy kitchen. Old houses like yours had small kitchens, which made preparing meals together a nightmare. The smell of instant coffee fills the air.

You had been dating Jude for two months now, but had something to tell him. There was a positive pregnancy test in the pocket of your sweatpants, making you avoid his gaze during breakfast.